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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels across country in my mobile billboard truck as I attempt to engage in dialogue with people in hopes to wake us up and inspire action to change our country and communities and selves. And it is froth with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society and life we want

Saturday, January 17, 2009

In D.C.!!!

I spend the morning hanging out with my daughter, the baby, and her friends. We of course speak of the inauguration, Obama, hopes for the future.

Almost everyone I meet, including more of myself, supports a large portion of the "wait and see" approach to Obama.

And everyone is so very happy and excited.

Later this afternoon and evening, we venture into D.C. to check out the status of closures and barricades, to find out how the city is shifting to accommodate millions more folks. We find a parking space, bundle up and mingle with friends and visitors.

The atmosphere is so very charged - not as in, 'oh it's christmas', but more like 'oh it's graduation' or 'oh it's a new baby' - that kind of excitement.

So not really excitement but extreme pleasure! We all feel so very pleased and so very proud!

And again, not the pride of 'oh I have a shiney new car' but the pride of ‘I ran the marathon and here I am'!

And everywhere, on the streets, at the pubs, even at the grocery store, folks are buzzing, strangers greeting each other, finding out where you come from, whether you have a ticket, smiling, hugging, patting backs.

The kindness of strangers...

Ponder the number of times you have encountered a stranger looking for help and have, at best shaken your head, politely refused or have been mean to her or him. Or the number of times a stranger has asked you for something and you’ve ignored her or him and refused to help.

I mean strangers you do not identify with, strangers who are not recognizable family.

As I travel across the country I think of the multitude of times I’ve encountered these strangers and have received help from them, easily, openly, and most often freely.

How many times have you been in a place where you’ve known no one and yet have received the help of such a stranger.

I feel truly fortunate – all the people I’ve met who have decided to help me out, who could have decided to refuse, who could have even decided to attempt to harm me instead of helping – but they’ve helped, I am grateful for them.

And then I think, maybe it is not fortune but maybe this is the case for most people – maybe most people receive the kindness of strangers on occasions but maybe most people are so afraid to venture out of their own little ‘safe’ worlds to see who strangers really are and give strangers the chance to decide to be helpful.

I know I have white skin going for me as I travel this country. I also know when I travel with someone who is African American, we are treated very differently by white people –but also receive help from these white strangers.

So again, I have to ask us to ask ourselves, is it our personal EXPERIENCE with strangers that has led us to be so afraid of each other, or is it our personal experience with the FEAR of strangers, and not the strangers themselves?

I do not ask this naively, I am in full knowledge of the very real threat and violence of sexism, misogyny, racism, homophobia – but somehow, this violence has been subjugated when I’ve met the strangers who have offered their kindness and assistance along the road.

Of the many strangers who have helped me on this trip, there is one, a man who contacted me over the internet to bring a treasure of his from California to D.C., where he now lives.

Until I arrived in D.C. we had never met in person, but yet through emails & calls, he offered his assistance all along the way as he kept track of my challenges traveling across the country in extreme weather conditions.

He offered his support as I traveled on many levels: did I need help with money, with places to stay, people to count on - his friends and relatives across the country – and when I finally burst into D.C., he found out I suddenly needed a place to park my truck and worked hard on finding a place for me to park my truck, including his own home!

When we met for the first time, I found out he is white, not homosexual, and his generosity extended monetarily as well: he gave me a huge tip for bringing his treasure across the country!

I am so very grateful for this fellow and his openness and willingness to offer his help to a stranger.

About Me

i'm now a 66 yr old (still with a golden age pass to get into national parks FREE) jewish lesbian anti-racist mother - and grandmother - striving radical womonist/feminist; daughter & granddaughter of survivors of the holocaust, mother of a young amazon healer & amazing human being, lover of wimmin & student of conscious living............even tho i am the one actually driving the truck, i could not even head out from home if it were not for the support of many, many, many wimmin (and several men as well). i am now working on trying to publish my book "But What Can I Do? A Handbook for change: myself, my community, my country. I still continue to offer Racism Awareness workshops geared for White people, NO DRONES workshops, and any other that is needed. if you want to help support this journey, please click the "Make a Donation" link below- it's secure!